Author Archives: AlbertZayat

Does it burn

Does it burn
 
The land beneath your feet?
 
Does the heart of heart
 
Weaken strong legs, that know no sleep?
 
 
Does the chore
 
Of climbing mountains unheard
 
Make the grit of grinding teeth
 
Speak to one’s fleeting peace?
 
 
Oh so do I live with you
 
If in fact I’m in your shoes
 
Would you like to be as one?
 
When I bury a dangerous son?
 
 
Will you climb mountains yet unheard
 
They flag buglers to call the flock
 
And of them and those
 
whose feet dig with toes
 
Into a scene of
 
Marshall’s broad speak
 
 
Oh will that cast all doubt as to who
 
Is the last to shout
 
I am the one, too
 
Who makes things so
 
 
Who makes things so
 
And as long as one knows not to touch my toes
 
I will allow you to live
 
Within a pen like a pig
 
While I seek clouds
 
Held in honor of maybe my sin
 
Of my exalted one
 
Nominated to judge a person
 
So sung
 
 
And do so, no matter what
 
And do so, no matter what!
 
Does it burn, the land beneath your feet?

Freedom

Oh so free
 
Free to fly upon the wings
 
Of an old smokestack
 
Bellowing cries of work, deep into the sky
 
 
Here it comes
 
Here
 
It comes
 
My ride to town
 
In an all-black silhouette
 
of a means trains end
 
 
Hear that whistle
 
Hear it call
 
It waits for none to jump aboard
 
Aboard we go
 
Ridin freedoms train, to parts
 
Unknown
 
 
Hold on baby
 
Here I come
 
I left Lancaster this morning’s done
 
 
I’ll ride all night
 
Into the morning sun
 
And if the conductor don’t see
 
I’ll be home to make the day’s easy breeze
 
 
Hear that whistle
 
Hear it call
 
Sorry I think I just may be late after all
 
Just may be late after all
 
Cause my heart and soul
 
Ride the rails
 
A hobo I am
 
And I write this tale

Isle of Despair

From the Isle of despair
does the lens do clear
And all life’s fog
Streaks down the cheeks in tears

But in that light,
Where sparks of light
Burn so bright
The shadows of doubt
Disappear from fright

From the Isle
Of human despair
Lights of sight
Open so bright
And in the hollow of that calm
Lay the rights
Left to those,
To carry
On

Carry on,
Carry on,
Have the light
Burn so bright
and sink the Isle
Of human despair
into the morning light……

Best to let it go

Al dente legs, cobbled to cartoon feet

Whipped through fields of wheat

Rich and deep

Best to let it go

Best to let it go

 

Young comes to only some

Drags the sky

So bright

Best to let it go

Best to let it go

 

Tomorrow comes for only

The winsome few

Mile markers run deep

Deep and so blue

Best to let it go

Best to let it go

 

Tomorrow runs through the reeds

Oh,

I don’t know

Best I let it go

Let it go until my sin tells me so

 

Al dente legs wheel cartoon feet

Through canyons of gold

We were so young, once

We rolled through fields of gold

Lost in the canyons

Of yesterday’s told

 

Al dente legs

Hooked to hearts

In love of the above

Hooked to hearts, roaming above

Claim

Claim:

 

I would not claim

My rite to same

Nor claw upon the hollow door

In search of a pure

Song from lore

 

But I do walk within the mist

Among the fog where souls exist

And in the sea which churns so deep

Laying charms from past times

Swirl at my feet

 

And in that swirl

Amidst legends steeped in our time

I hope we too will find of hearts, and minds

Hearts and minds so not to miss

reunions bliss

For that I could not suffer, not suffer this

 

I hope we find

At least common mind

Of one or two, who once were me, and once were you

So to dance history’s last freedoms chance

Of this I wish

Old souls in the mist

Reunited once more

and push open the hollow door

 

Push open the hollow door

Where old hearts heal to new again

And dance the dance of times last chance.

What mist it that?

What mist is that?

That floats in the eve

Is it where I once

Joined hands

And rode the stream?

 

What sky is that?

So red and blue

I wait for the pinks

And reds dark hue

 

What cause was that?

That took your life

Was it worth it

Was what was lost

The best of times, thought

 

What mist is that?

That wraps my soul

Is it one from where others once told

 

Of time and space

Of a masters grace

Where truth is sold

With rhythms deep bold

 

What mist is that?

That wraps us all

And steals the air

Of oxygen

Of time

Of where I’ll go

When mist threads

To an untimely end, so bold

Grace

I fell from grace

Cause hell was closed
Reign of man
Held close, at hand
I fell from grace
Cause Kansas was closed
But loved none- the- less
As child
In new clothes
I could not read or say aloud
This is my time, my life
Don’t frown….
But I could hear
What words were read
Like drops of ideas
Hit my wallowing head
I fell from grace and could not hear
The words bled off pages
Neat, clean, white, and dear!
But my ears heard every word
Not said
That beat will always
Ring deep in my head
I fell from grace
Cause hell was closed
I ain’t so bad
Like sand in toes

Sense

It all makes sense, now

The past, of no shame
Spoke loudly, but in vane
It all rhythms, now
Yesterday and today
Beat together,
to show the way
It all makes sense, now
Hindsight’s partner
Speaks clear of the author
And what of it, what of the note
What of what’s been spoken so loudly
So clearly
Thought so remote
Thought of insistence
Void of persistence
Finally called in reminisce
Swallowed whole beneath dense fog
I sing the tune of a shepherds lost…
Night
It all makes sense now
Those stings of life
Are our lyrics song
And the beat still does
Till not it would
And I for self am finally aware
Or my life’s beat is drama had
Of point which one not may know
Or on occasion, one may grab
and forever hold.

Suicide

How cruel the night

How cold the stone
How black the road,
To one’s final home
How cruel the bleak place
Of helpless cries release
And wounds unseen
That mark pains, refrain
How cruel the night
A lost dark place
Where one yields
To their last scene
How cruel the night
Black with fright
Sleep now, friend
Peace is your destiny’s  end

I guess

I guess

It was the march

Of thirty dusty nights

 

I say it was one day

That lasted a lifetimes

Morning glory, say

 

I think today is mine

And yours

For all of what I do, adore

 

I think, too much

Of when I rolled in the mornings dust

When time was forever

When the sun was never

To darken our hearts

 

I was one of

An army of souls

That marched from dawn

Till dark nights empty tolls

 

And when that sun

Comes back to see what

Was undone

I hope and pray

I was one who fought for the day

Fought for the day

When we

And you

Stole the sun’s mighty duel

And aimed it towards the stars out there

In a world where Sir Galahad

Ran and ran

Till all the time slipped from sand

 

Oh I am just a simple son

Born to grasp and hold

And cherish the new dawn’s burning sun

 

So let me go, let my soul

Hide amongst where I‘ve been and told

Of a child left alone

 

Let me go

To drift

Among the stars bright paths dots

For I will always find you and all

Who played with me

In this world of

Mankind

 

Where we danced, alone, untold

And into the path of my evermore

Evermore…….